A/N: Hey guys! So here's the next chapter! Hope y'all like it.
Gamora awoke the next morning with severe abdominal pain, feeling as though someone was repeatedly taking a knife and stabbing her before pulling it out slowly, accompanied with nausea. Groaning, she rolled out of bed and stumbled out of her room and into the bathroom, thankful that she didn't have to walk very far as she got ready for the day.
The room was spinning as she undressed, also noticing the bruises on her stomach that hurt like hell when she felt them.
What the hell is wrong with me? She thought, grabbing onto the counter to steady herself.
She decided to shrug everything off for now, but a little voice in the back of her head was nagging her. Telling her to go back to Xandar and receive medical attention.
A knock on the door and a voice startled her out of her thoughts.
"Gamora? Are you alright? You've been in there for awhile."
Drax.
"Yes, I-I'm fine. I'll be out in a minute." She answered, quickly changing into a black shirt and black pants.
She stumbled out of the bathroom several seconds later, trying to pass it off as tripping as she approached Peter and Rocket, who both sat in the pilots chairs, and put a hand on Quill's shoulder, once again to steady herself.
"I'm Groot."
Gamora looked at Groot, who sat in another chair close by, confused.
"He wants to know if you're okay. You've been asleep for most of the day." Rocket said, translating for her.
"Yes I am fine...I slept in?" She asked, once again confused. She never slept in. She was always the first one to wake up.
"Yes, Gamora. You slept half the day away. Several times Peter; well all of us, had to check on you to make sure you were still, well, breathing. We'd expect this from Peter, but not you." Drax said, emerging from the bathroom and joining them.
"I'm Groot." Groot agreed, and Peter grunted, almost as if he too was in pain.
She then realized that he was clutching Peter's shoulder in a death grip, and quickly took her hand off, mumbling a quick apology and taking a few unsteady steps back.
"Sure you're alright?" Rocket asked, trying to mask his concern but failing miserably.
"Yes. I'm certain."
Peter sighed and got up, gesturing to the seat as if he was offering it to her to sit in.
"Come on. You don't look too good, Mora." Peter said, using his pet name for her, concern evident on his features.
He was right.
Gamora looked like death. She didn't look like she usually did, anyway.
The assassin shook her head, refusing to sit as she turned to head back to her bedroom.
What happened next happened so quickly, the group barely had any time to react.
The woman collapsed to the ground, supporting her body weight on her hands and knees, one hand on the ground as she began dry heaving while the other was clutching her stomach.
"I am Groot!" Groot shouted in alarm.
Peter knelt down beside her and helped her up, taking Gamora in his arms as carefully as he could without causing her anymore pain as he placed a hand on her forehead before yanking it away in alarm.
"She has a fever."
"But wasn't she fine yesterday?" Drax asked, his brows creasing in concern as Peter got up, carrying Gamora bridal style, and they all followed him to Gamora's room, carefully setting her on the bed.
Just in time too because Gamora groaned and rolled over, throwing up on the ground.
Everyone looked at each other, concerned at the sight as Gamora tightly shut her eyes and groaned once more before throwing up again.
Gamora was throwing up blood.
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